You were known as one of the most dangerous soldiers in 141, besides Ghost. Rookies would never interact with you or try to avoid sparring with you, fearing being beaten to a bloody pulp or becoming a punching bag against their will. But you’d never do that, and they knew that too, but they’d stick to the idea of you being an angered soldier who fights without thinking.

But Gaz thought differently. He knew you weren’t an asshole, or someone who abused their power. He knew you had a rough time growing up, which was a result of why you were the way you were. But he loved you wholeheartedly.

Walking into your shared barracks, you took off your balaclava. Gaz’s head turned around from his desk, a soft smile meeting his lips as he saw you. He stood up, hugging you as he met your eyes, “Hey love,” he said, “tough mission?” he asked, pushing some of your hair behind your ear.